5:47 PM. Westbound on 35th and Broadway, a group of white guys with dreadlocks spin lopsided urine balloons at police. “What are you guys protesting?” I ask one of them, a skinny kid in his early twenties whom I slide up alongside. “Fuck off, narc,” he says, not looking at me. I flash him a peace sign. “No war for petroleum-based latex products filled with liquid human waste,” I say—then
August 29, 2004
protein wisdom’s Republican National Convention coverage, 2
After visiting a friend on St. Marks Place in the East Village, I stopped for a beer at a nearby pub and was immediately approached by a cute hippie girl who handed me a flier printed on blood red paper demanding Bush get out of New York. I told her I’m sorry, but that I love Bush—especially New York Bush—and that I was looking forward to seeing lots of Bush
August 29, 2004
protein wisdom’s Republican National Convention coverage, 2
After visiting a friend on St. Marks Place in the East Village, I stopped for a beer at a nearby pub and was immediately approached by a cute hippie girl who handed me a flier printed on blood red paper demanding Bush get out of New York. I told her I’m sorry, but that I love Bush—especially New York Bush—and that I was looking forward to seeing lots of Bush
August 29, 2004
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protein wisdom is still undergoing server migration, so some posts—and some of your comments / trackbacks—may appear, disappear, and then reappear whenever they see fit. Personally, jet lag has me too weak to fight this digital plague hand to hand. But I am told through my technologically adept proxies that these problems will be solved shortly. In the meantime, you might try viewing this site through a pair of those
August 29, 2004
protein wisdom’s Republican National Convention coverage, 1
Not much to report yet. My flight was rather ordinary, as was the coffee I had this morning—which tasted the same as Colorado coffee, though it cost me $1.50 more. Maybe because of the fancy paper cup with fold-out cardboard handles. Or maybe because Mayor Bloomberg is an insane tax pimp. Anyway, in the Big Apple’s defense, the poppy bagel and whitefish salad I had for breakfast was superb. As
August 29, 2004
protein wisdom’s Republican National Convention coverage, 1
Not much to report yet. My flight was rather ordinary, as was the coffee I had this morning—which tasted the same as Colorado coffee, though it cost me $1.50 more. Maybe because of the fancy paper cup with fold-out cardboard handles. Or maybe because Mayor Bloomberg is an insane tax pimp. Anyway, in the Big Apple’s defense, the poppy bagel and whitefish salad I had for breakfast was superb. As
August 28, 2004
Warriors, come out and playayyyy
In preparation for my NYC sojourn to cover the GOP convention, I’ve made a few minor cosmetic changes to help protesters identify me as a bonafide rightwinger deserving of their earnest, progressive scorn. Because I wouldn’t want the Starbucks crowd aiming their water balloons and free-range chicken eggs at any innocent bystanders… Oh. And I’ll be wearing a coat made from the elderly and dragging a cluster of minority children
August 27, 2004
Teresa Heinz Kerry orders an Egg McMuffin
Yeah, right. Like a woman who thinks a Quarter Pounder with cheese is a flawed diamond would ever eat an Egg McMuffin. …Christ. You people really disappoint me sometimes. **** underpaid Guatalajaran kitchen help of update: Teresa wails, “Don’t question my husband’s patriotism, unpatriots!” (h/t Ace)
August 27, 2004
Will the monkey give us what we crave?
Depends. Last I heard he was in Cambodia. But I have my doubts.
August 27, 2004
Kerry to veterans: “I suppose, in retrospect, that the hippie-heavy photo mocking Iwo Jima WAS a bit much. But in my defense, I’d just like to point out that I served in Vietnam…”
Click the cover for links to the full text of Kerry’s out-of-print The New Soldier. As Bill Quick says: “The Blogosphere. You just gotta love it.” **** More here and here.